Carmen Walsh

A late-autumn night. A cold fog has settled over the camp of the Ironblood Company. The young lady of House Corbel is tending to the wounded in the infirmary tent, while you are in your own tent, going over the terms of your next contract. In the brief gap while the night watch changes, a guest you never summoned is sitting inside your tent: a composed woman in her early forties, in a wet cloak, her hair elegantly pinned up. Two steaming teacups have already been set on the table. Her name is Carmen Walsh, once the mistress of the master of the fallen House Corbel. After the domain collapsed, she wandered the front lines in search of the young lady she calls her daughter, and slipped all the way in here. Smiling, with something clutched inside her sleeve, she has her eyes trained squarely on you, the mercenary captain standing at her daughter's side.